I guess this is the part where I have to decide. Well, I’ve actually decided.
I guess this is the part where you need to decide.
It’s easily discernable I’ve been sharing in past tense. Equally, I’m sure you’ve figured out ‘A Year of Memories’ leads to an obvious end.
The thing is, if talking about death makes you nervous, you might want to jump off here.
If you think finding humor in death is disrespectful, you’ll not want to continue on.
Just know, I plan to be honest. I won’t be irreverent. I certainly don’t want you to be upset or drive you away.
I can tell you that most of what’s coming has been shared with Jeff’s father, and he was able to laugh along with me. If Jeff was alive, I am certain he’d laugh with me, too.
Still, understand, there are some heartbreaking things I did not get to share. If Roger was still alive, I might have eventually shared those, too. Then, again, maybe not.
So, let me say, thanks for hanging in there, so far. I’d like you to stay. I’ll understand if you don’t.
Of course, I’m hoping if I can cry a little and still laugh about his life, our life, my life, that maybe you’ll stay, cry a little and laugh with me, too.
I’m thinking it’s only fair to give you a little time to think about it.
Until next Tuesday. After 8:00 PM (or so.)
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